"Hey, wake up."
I groaned, opening my eyes to see I fell a sleep in the Impala at the backseat. I glared at Sam in the passenger seat, "What?"
"We got to Pennsylvania," Sam said.
I looked at Dean as he turned off the radio, "The radio around here sucks. Come on, guys. Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know? Dead vic with a gnawed-on neck, body drained off blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire."
"No, I-I agree. It's a hell of a case," Sam said.
"A little more gusto, please," I said, rolling my eyes.
Dean pointed a thumb over his shoulder at me as he spoke to Sam, "See, she gets me."
"It's just . . . the world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?" Sam said.
"Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway," I said, "But what we can do, is chop off some vamps' heads."
"That's my girl," Dean said and looked at Sam before back at the road, "Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-to-goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters got back to tackling a straightforward, black and white case."
I tilted my head, "Huh. I don't want to comment on that." Sam and Dean exchanged an amused look before looking back at the road and I smirked.
...
By morning, my brothers and I were at the Oktoberfest 2008 Town square. Dean, Sam and I were dressed as Federal Agents.
"You know, we still got to see the new Raiders movie," I said.
"Saw it," Dean said.
"Me, too," Sam said.
I looked between them in incredulously, "Without me?"
"You were in Hell," Dean said.
"That's no excuse," I said as I crossed my arms over my chest with a pout.
"Don't pout," Dean said, "It's adorable."
"Shut up, I'm angry now," I said, looking away to see a cart with big pretzel, "Ooh, big pretzel." I walked past my brothers toward the man with the cart. I bought three pretzels from vendor as Sam and Dean walked closer. "Thank you," I told the vendor before handing the two other pretzels to my brothers.
"Thank you," Sam said before the three of us took a bite.
A woman in uniform walked past us, "Guten tag."
"'Guten tag' yourself," Dean replied with his mouth full.
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head as Sam scoffed. I looked toward the sheriff who was talking to a couple. I nodded to the man as I spoke to my brothers, "Looks like that's our man."
My brothers and I walked up to him as the couple walked away. "Sheriff Dietrich," Sam said.
"Are you the guys from the Fed?" The Sheriff asked.
Sam, Dean and I showed our fake badges. "Agent Black," I said and nodded to Sam and Dean, "Agent Angus and Young. We called ahead about your, uh, problem."
"Right," Sheriff said. "Um . . . I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?"
The Sheriff lead us to the morgue. He opened a door and pulled out a body that was covered with a sheet. He pulled the sheet a little bit, revealing a woman. He looked at me and my brothers, "Marissa Wright, 26. Just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season."
"Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed," Sam said.
I spotted something on the woman's neck and turned the head a little to the side to see two dark puncture marks on her neck. "What the hell?"
"Yeah, you got me," Sheriff said as me and my brothers exchanged a look. "I mean this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some Satan worshipping, Anne Rice-reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe."
"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness," Dean said.
Sheriff sighed. "Yeah, I wished I didn't. But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable."
Me and my brothers exchanged a look and I shrugged as the Sheriff pulled the sheet back on the woman's head.
Sam, Dean and I headed to a bar to see the staff were dressed in Oktoberfest costumes. We headed to the bar as the same woman who greeted us outside was handing two glasses of beer to another woman and she walked away. The waitress looked at us, "I remember you."
"And I remember you . . ." Dean said and looked at her name badge, "Jamie. I never forget a pretty . . . everything."
I scoffed and rolled my eyes. "We're looking for Ed Brewer," Sam told her.
Jamie crossed her arms over her chest, "What do you want with Ed?"
I showed her my badge, "We Federal Agents. Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime. We just need to -"
"Wait a minute," Jamie said. "You're a Fed? Wow, you don't come on like a Fed. Seriously?"
Dean leaned toward her. "I'm a maverick, ma'am." Sam and I looked at him. "A rebel with a badge. One thing I don't play by: the rules."
Dean winked at her and I scoffed. "Right . . ." I trailed off sarcastically. "Get a grip." Jamie chuckled while Dean gave me a look.
Sam looked at Jamie, "So, where can we find Mr. Brewer?"
Jamie pointed us to a table that Ed was and we talked to him. I was sitting between my brothers, across from Ed, who uncapped his beer stein and drink.
"I told the cops everything I saw," Ed said. "No one believes me. Why should you be any different?"
"Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different," Dean said.
"I spoke the God's honest truth," Ed said. "And now I'm the town joke."
"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us," I said.
"And we want to hear everything, no matter how strange it may seem," Sam added.
"We have a lot of experience with strange," Dean said.
Ed uncapped his beer stein and drink again as I rolled my eyes, looking down. "It was just after midnight," He said. "I just left here, and like I do every night, I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was . . . struggling too much. And this man, he was - well, he was biting her neck.
"Can you describe her assailant?" I asked.
"Oh, he was a vampire," Ed said.
"Okay, right," Dean said. "And by that, you mean -"
"You know, a vampire," Ed said.
Dean nodded. "Uh huh."
"Yeah," Ed said.
"So, he looked like -" Dean started.
"He looked like a vampire," Ed said. "You know, with the fangs and the slicked back hair and the fancy cape and the little medallion thingy on the ribbon."
I gave him a look, "You mean like a Dracula?"
Ed pointed at me, "Exactly, like a Dracula. Right down to the accent."
"The accent?" Sam repeated.
"Yep," Ed said.
"What did he say?" Sam asked.
"You know, something like . . ." Ed trailed off, raising his arm over his face as if he had a cape on. "'Stay away, mortal. The night is mine!'" He lowered his arm to his side. "You do believe me, don't you?"
I exchanged a look with my brothers and I sighed.
"Yep," Ed said.
"What did he say?" Sam asked.
"You know, something like . . ." Ed trailed off, raising his arm over his face as if he had a cape on. "'Stay away, mortal. The night is mine!'" He lowered his arm to his side. "You do believe me, don't you?"
I exchanged a look with my brothers and I sighed. I looked at Dean, "Stand up, please." Dean stood up from his seat and I slid away to stand up. "See you at the bar."
I walked away before my brothers could say anything. I walked closer to the bar and Jamie, "Got something for me?"
"Beer?" Jamie asked.
"That's good," I said, "Even better if you had something more then that." She chuckled before walking away. I turned to my side as my brothers walked closer. "So, what do you guys think?" Sam picked up the napkin with a woman's lipstick print on it. "Goth, psycho, vampire wannabe?"
"Definitely not our kind of case," Sam said.
"Agreed," Dean said. "But who cares?" We walked toward a table and sat down. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, guys. Beer and bar wenches."
"Pretty sure women today don't react well to the whole 'wench' thing, Dean," Sam said.
"Nope," I agreed, shaking my head.
Dean tilted his head, "Well, you won't. I don't want to get punched in the face again by you." I smirked and Sam chuckled. "Dude, Oktoberfest."
"Yeah, we heard you," I said.
Jamie walked up to us with my beer and put it on the table for me, "There you go."
"Thanks," I said.
Jamie looked from Sam to Dean, "What can I get you two?"
"I'll like some beer, too," Dean said before nodding to Sam, "But he doesn't drink. He's a Christian scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts."
Jamie chuckled, "You're funny."
Dean smirked, "I'm a lot more than that. I'd love to get a chance to show you the rest. What time you get off?"
Jamie chuckled, "Like I said, 'funny'."
She walked away and I smirked. I turned to Dean, "Ha, ha."
Dean gave me a bitch face, "Shut up."
Sam chuckled while I smirked.